This segment of time usually finds me reflective as I look back over the past year and anticipate the upcoming one. This year, despite the fact I’ve not pitched a single agent and/or editor, attended any writer conferences, or finished a new novel, I consider this my most successful writing year ever.
It started last year about this time when a missionary found it unusual that I defined success at writing by the number of copies a book sold. She laughed and told me I had it all backwards—and challenged me to let go of my definition of success and replace it with a better one.
“But you don’t understand,” I told her . . . and launched into how publishers make an investment in an author, and how limited shelf space is, and how hard it is to stand out . . . and etc, etc.
“I’m not saying you shouldn’t do everything necessary to sell your book,” she replied back, “I’m just saying your definition of success is wrong. Whether you sell one, or one million copies, it doesn’t determine whether or not your book was successful.”
I was flabbergasted.
Suddenly everything needed to be redefined. It became possible that bestsellers might be utterly worthless despite their sales—while obscure, out of copy books might be a mighty light, shining in a dark place.
The thought invaded my life and trickled into every area of this past year. The idea of making my book successful outside of publication and sales took root.
I delved into craft and storytelling, increasing my knowledge and sharpening my skills. I’ve studied types of literature and allowed the themes in my story to mellow and age with patience. I took apart my book, scene by scene and laid them out and learned how to really re-craft this novel. I waited patiently to make sure what I put on earth to write was really in this book.
The process has been amazing and life changing.
For 2009, I’m wishing all of us a successful writing year—one which cannot be affected by declining economics.